I am an artist. So are you.

I am an artist. So are you.

I’m not entirely sure what that means, but I’m working on it.

I’m playing with it. And it’s good.

Everything is simpler this way – more engaged, curious, playful.

Stuff makes sense because it no longer has to.

Priorities sort themselves.

If you are an artist (and you are an artist), then your important work is always to be making art.

Through that lens, the question to start the day with becomes:

What art will I make today?

For me, the art might be…

• writing the thing that asks to be written
• drawing what I see
• a photo essay (or just one image)
• a lovingly crafted tweet
• a bed made with care
• an exquisite nap
• progress on a larger work
• a kind word
• a thoughtful interview (instead of a hurried one)
• a respectful ‘no, thank you’
• the sculpting of a helpful system

And there it is, on an index card in front of my notebook, ready to be acted on every day that I breathe: Make One Art.*

*Grammar be damned.

Caution: Your art may vary.

Speaking of you, my sweet…

What might you do differently (this week, today, or in this hour) if it’s true that you are an artist?

What could you put down? What could you pick up? What would be on your to-do list? And  would you even have one?

And if you don’t believe that you’re an artist, are you willing to pretend for a little while just to see what happens?

Maybe there’s another word waiting to be adopted by you. Do you have an idea what it might be?

Hmmm?

Helpful bits about the idea of ‘artist’:

The Treasure Project starts Monday. Come and play.

Also…

Danielle wrote about the magnetic qualities of labels.

Tara wrote about what it means to be an artist. (Hint: it’s not about the paint brush.)

Jules’ art is cooking (beautifully) with five ingredients or less.

Kate draws what she buys.